After I came home from the hospital, I had horrible nausea from one of the meds I was put on. I was spending many hours in bed just trying to sleep through the sick. The final straw was that on Thanksgiving Day, I was feeling so ill that I didn't even eat; I just went to bed. The next day I stopped that med and felt instantly better.

Then I headed back to work and started having hand tremors from the increase in lithium. And I started feeling really emotional, crying a lot, just really feeling like it was all coming unraveled and really feared I was going to end up back in the hospital. I called my pdoc again, and he felt I was probably going through withdrawal (great). So he put me back on the med that was making me sick at half the dose and prescribed an anti-nausea med if I needed it.

I saw T the next day and was really a basket-case. He basically told me I looked like crap and needed to go to bed to sleep through the withdrawal. (He never recommends going to bed, so I'm guessing his assessment of my appearance was about accurate.)

A couple of days ago I started turning the corner. The med at this dose doesn't make me intolerably ill. Yesterday in my session, T was pleased to see I am getting my sense of humor back. He was glad to see me feeling better. He says watching me go through the depression is no fun.

So maybe this is progress. I'm not sure I trust it yet. This has been the worst recovery from the hospital I've ever been through, so I have a ways to go before I'll declare myself as stable.